Me: If I make monkey bread out of the leftover rolls, would you want
me to put dried cherries—
Austin: Absolutely not!
Me: I didn’t figure you’d want any, but the recipe I found calls for them.
Austin: No, no. No dried nothing. That ruins desserts. You bite down into this warm, soft, delicious bread, all sweet and gooey, then all the sudden, your teeth hits this dry, wrinkled up, bitter piece of yuck.
Me: And all of the sudden, you’re describing my mother.
Austin: Absolutely not!
Me: I didn’t figure you’d want any, but the recipe I found calls for them.
Austin: No, no. No dried nothing. That ruins desserts. You bite down into this warm, soft, delicious bread, all sweet and gooey, then all the sudden, your teeth hits this dry, wrinkled up, bitter piece of yuck.
Me: And all of the sudden, you’re describing my mother.
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